Rina Rooms

• • • FOR ADULT READERS ONLY • • •️️ I was five years old when I decided he was mine. Standing at his wife’s graveside in the rain, I pressed my hand to his jaw and told him I would grow up and be his. He said: is that right. Not a question. So I kept my word. My father’s best friend. The man who built an empire on control. The man no one touches. The man I was never meant to want. For thirteen years, I loved him the only way I was permitted to. In silence. At a distance. Across rooms that belonged to our families — and not to what I carried. Until the night I turned eighteen. I said it out loud. He ended it in one word. Don’t. So I did. I stopped looking at him. Stopped wanting him. Stopped being the girl who built her world around a man who would never choose her. I walked away. That should have been the end. It wasn’t. Because the moment I stopped reaching for him… was the moment Adrian Keller started looking for me. Across rooms. Across tables. At midnight — staring at a name he shouldn’t want. The man who taught me control is starting to lose his. And this time— he’s not asking. And underneath the empire… underneath the discipline… underneath fifteen years of unshakable control, something is coming loose.

Serena Judd is a mess when she's taken to the hospital after being harassed by a freak. As she waits in the corridor for her turn to see the doctor, she sees Justin Farrow with his arm around a young woman. He's coaxing her gently. With a raspy voice, Serena looks at Justin, the guy she has been on and off with for years. "Didn’t you get my text?" "It's Candice's birthday, so I can't upset her. Besides, who knows whether you actually ran into a freak?" He frowns, looking disdainful. "Were you violated?" Serena's blood runs cold at his words. She tenders her resignation the following day, but Justin isn't bothered. He says, "She's more obedient than a dog. She'll come back to beg for forgiveness without me even saying anything." This time, however, Serena leaves without hesitation. … Half a year passes. Justin sits in his car and dials a number he's already committed to memory. As soon as the call is connected, he says tensely, "I miss you." All he hears is a snort. "Why are you disturbing me in the middle of the night with a love confession, Mr. Farrow? You should be asleep." Justin snarls, "Where's Rina? Tell her to answer the phone!" Wilson Quade looks at Serena, who's lying beneath him, her eyes gleaming with desire. He smirks devilishly and says, "We're busy, Mr. Farrow."

*Warning - Contains Sexual Content* He holds my face firmly between two hands. "Sienna, I'm not going to have you for the first time one of Maren's guest rooms when you're intoxicated." "You're not?" "No. It will be in my bed, and I'm going to take my time with you.” His gaze falls to my lips. "Fuck Sienna, I'm going to take all night." *** Sienna has been in love with her Alpha since she could remember. He's rough, dangerous and the epitome of raw sex appeal. The problem is, he is her best friend, and strictly off limits. Tradition mandates he marry a woman of noble birth, and that is not her. She knows this is for the best, until she becomes his mistress, and things start to change. As she falls for her best friend, she must reconcile a deadly secret she has been keeping from him for years, that could change everything. Onyx has sacrificed everything to become Alpha. So, not marrying for love shouldn't be such an issue. His entire life he has denied his feelings for his best friend, until he is forced to take her as his mistress to grant her protection. With threats growing against them, and when his prospective wife candidates start showing up murdered, he make some difficult decisions. **Dual POV, friends-to-lovers, Alpha, mates, 18+**

I swore vengeance long before I swore the law. The night my twin sister’s future was stolen, a promise was carved into my soul—to dismantle the empire of Alexander Stone, the ruthless leader of the Xander MC. Not with fists or bullets, but with patience, precision, and the law he thinks he’s untouchable from. Now I walk in his shadow. To him, I’m a sharp-tongued lawyer with a backbone of steel—the woman he thinks can shield him from justice. To me, he’s nothing but a target. Every word I speak, every smile I fake, every late-night meeting in smoke-filled rooms is just another thread in the trap I’m weaving around him. But vengeance has its own dangers. Somewhere in the blurred lines of loyalty and deception, I start to feel the pull of the very man I came to destroy. His voice lingers, his touch burns, and the closer I get to ending him, the closer I fall into something I can’t control. He doesn’t know my secret—yet. But when the mask falls, when he realizes the knife has been in my hands all along, it won’t just be a reckoning. It will be war. And in this war between justice and desire, I may lose more than my sister’s revenge… I may lose myself and I don't know if I'll destroy him... or if he'll destroy me first.

"Say another word and I'll bite your tongue off, you'll lose it." He replied in a daring tone and my sense told me that he wasn't playing this time around. I would rather endure the pain than to make sure that I lost any part of my body. "I would prefer I die... Ah!" I screamed when his fangs sank into my neck drawing blood like it was a fountain gushing out. I was stupefied but my hands couldn't move anymore. My name is being called out in rooms I’ve not walked into..prestige echoing through. I knew how solid this thought was on me and how badly I wanted it to be my reality. It did. I found the bone of my bones but blood sure runs freely over here. Blood runs in the human system but with Lucian you can taste it a little tongue to lip tease. A charming billionaire with an aura,an opposite world and the face of a God. Oh stop! You would have fallen and flipped if you were in my position as his heiress. This is our story is it all love? Is this really how loving a masculine man feels? Take a guess! Naomi： a human girl who had been a slave for many years of her life, and now had zero hope of escaping it after being trafficked. Lucian： the vampire lord and leader of the Pure Bloods, and a very successful business man who is a Billionaire. What happens when both of their worlds collide, after Lucian agrees to work with the government of the country to unveil the underworld? This is a story of love, crime, and of course blood.

One life-saving secret. Two sisters. A marriage built on a lie. Ten years ago, I pulled Desmond Zimmerman out of the water. But through the smoke and blood, he saw the wrong girl. He gave his heart to my younger sister, Vivian, believing she was his savior. Then came the accident that paralyzed her—and the world decided I was the monster who caused it. When Vivian vanished, Desmond didn't seek justice; he sought a substitute. Using my sibling's connection with Vivian as a sick form of penance, he forced me into a marriage of cold rooms and bitter vows, promising to make my life a living hell in her honor. Now, Vivian is back, walking perfectly and demanding her place at Desmond's side. She wants my husband, my home, and my total ruin. I signed the divorce papers and walked out with nothing but a secret growing inside me and the truth he was too blind to see. He thinks he’s finally free of the woman who "broke" his first love. He has no idea that the woman he just discarded is the only reason he’s still breathing. And by the time he realizes his mistake, I won’t be his wife anymore—I’ll be his greatest rival. How will Desmond react when he realizes he spent three years torturing the woman who actually kept him alive? Can a man who treated his wife like a "substitute" ever truly be forgiven?

I’m on my knees again, wrists bound tight behind my back with silk that bites just enough to remind me who owns me tonight. He circles slow, leather boots echoing on the marble, and I can already taste the salt of anticipation on my tongue. When he finally grips my hair and yanks my head back, his cock—thick, veined, leaking—slaps heavy against my cheek. “Open,” he growls. I do, and he thrusts in deep, no warning, stretching my throat until my eyes water. The wet, choking sounds fill the room—gluck-gluck-gluck—as he fucks my mouth with brutal rhythm, hips snapping, balls slapping my chin. Every plunge forces a gag, spit dripping down my chest, but fuck, the burn in my jaw and the way he groans low makes me leak onto the floor. He pulls out just to slap my face with his slick length, then rams back in, deeper, claiming every inch until I’m nothing but his hole. ** This collection plunges headfirst into the raw, unfiltered world of explicit gay dominance and submission, where powerful alphas—billionaires, mob bosses, ruthless mentors—claim their willing (and sometimes reluctant) boys with iron control and unrelenting hunger. Every story drips with dark MM heat: contracts signed in sweat and cum, red rooms equipped for flogging, bondage, edging, and total power exchange. Expect graphic, immersive scenes of throat-fucking, ass-pounding, breeding fantasies, impact play that leaves marks, and aftercare laced with possession.

I had always been naturally celibate. Yet somehow, I still ended up chemically castrating myself. It was all because, in my previous life, my wife's precious idealized lover, a libidinous playboy, went viral as a pickup artist and dumped every side effect of his indulgent lifestyle onto me. He spent nights partying in hotel rooms with groups of women while I collapsed from kidney failure and was rushed to the ER. He lounged in clubs with women in both arms, downing bottle after bottle, while I went into an allergic shock and nearly died. I confronted my wife about it, but she shoved me away impatiently. "Shane already told me nothing happened with those women! You're just jealous and faking illness to slander him!" However, the playboy's actions only escalated. Chasing bigger thrills, he even started getting involved with men in drag. Thanks to him, I caught an STD, which pushed my wife to demand a divorce. I went to the hospital for treatment, but the doctors could not find the cause. Instead, they tossed me straight into an addiction rehab program. Later, for the sake of boosting his live stream numbers, the playboy went wild in Southwind Asira's nightlife scene. After he spent an entire night drowning in pleasure, I, drained past my limit, collapsed and died on the spot. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day he began his online hunt.

Demi menebus penyesalannya dengan cinta pertamanya, suamiku berbohong dengan mengatakan bahwa dirinya mampu melihat rentang hidup setiap orang. Dia mengatakan bahwa aku masih memiliki masa hidup selama 60 tahun, sedangkan cinta pertamanya hanya punya tujuh hari lagi. Jadi, selama tujuh hari itu, dia ingin memenuhi janji yang pernah dibuatnya dengan cinta pertamanya ketika mereka masih muda. Dia membawa cinta pertamanya pulang dan merawatnya secara pribadi. Ketika mereka kembali ke kampus untuk bernostalgia dan saling jatuh cinta lagi, aku tidak membuat keributan. Ketika dia menyatakan cinta kepada cinta pertamanya, lalu mengadakan resepsi pernikahan termegah seabad dengan aku sebagai pengiring pengantinnya, aku juga tidak protes. Hingga akhirnya, dia hendak menembus batas terakhir di antara pria dan wanita dengan cinta pertamanya di kamar pengantin kami. Dengan rasa bersalah di mata, pria itu memohon padaku untuk pindah dari kamar kami. Para pembantu di rumah menertawakanku, tetapi aku hanya tersenyum dan mengangguk setuju. Kemudian, aku mengemasi barang-barangku dan pindah ke kamar tamu di sebelah bersama anak kami. Melihatku berperilaku sepatuh biasanya, suamiku berlinang air mata dan berujar, "Aku janji, ini terakhir kalinya aku membuatmu menderita. Begitu Rina meninggal, aku akan tebus semua ini padamu." Namun, dia tidak tahu bahwa aku sudah menyadari kebohongannya sejak awal. Dia juga tidak tahu bahwa orang yang sebenarnya menderita kanker dan hanya punya tujuh hari untuk hidup adalah aku. Tiga hari lagi, aku akan mati.

"We both know that this match is not our will, for that I offer you a contract." my eyes widened in surprise Henry's words, an open offer from a man she had met for the first time. What the average family couldn't do, this sort of thing happened easily with the righ folks I went over several points of the written agreement there. *Do not intervene in personal life * Maintain the confidentiality of the marriage contract agreed to by both parties *The marriage lasts at least two years, but if the separation is still difficult to implement, it can be extended until circumstances permit. I read some interesting points. Although this type of contract is not natural for a couple who is about to get married. For me, the prenup made me more prepared than having to guess what would happen later when she became part of the Marcus family. "I deliberately left the last page blank, please write your wish" Henry swung his finger lightly. Skillfully, Henry's assistant handed me a ballpoint pen. * Appreciate parents on both sides as a family *No physical contact *Stay in separate rooms *** I am someone who prefer being alone and I have never had a boyfriend and she dont care. Unfortunately, my sister who does have a boyfriend has been betrothed to a billionaire's son who she will now be forced to marry. I pitied my sister and decided to replace her... Well, Henry, the billionaire's son doesn't want to marry someone he doesn't know so he proposed a contract to me. I found that helping, huh? Two years later, we will file a divorce and that will be the end of us or so we thought.